Page 45 of Sin and Seduction

“I think you know,” he says darkly as his lips move from my neck to my silk-covered breasts.

He pulls the straps from my shoulders, and the silk dress drops to the floor, making a fish jump and swim away in response. We both laugh, and Dante stands back to stare at me, clad in my white heels and silk thong.

“Spin for me, wife,” he whispers, and I do, spinning slowly for my husband to admire everything that is his.

He pulls me by my hand back to the bedroom. The entire room is illuminated with blue, glimmering light, and I lay back on the bed as he removes my shoes and panties. His dark head dips down to place a single kiss on my hips before standing back up to strip himself down. Once he’s completely naked, he moves to crawl over me on the bed, but I lift my foot to place it on his chest, halting his movements. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Not yet. I want to look at my husband,” I whisper as I sit up, my legs spread wide.

His eyes drop to my pussy, and he licks his lips. I run my fingers up to my breast and toy with my small nipples. His eyes follow the entire way, darkening more and more. I tilt my head back and moan, my fingers now traveling down to dip inside my wet pussy. He lets out a strangled groan, and I smile, my head lifting back up so that I can look into his wild eyes.

“You’re killing me, baby. Let me touch what is mine,” he growls, and I shake my head before going to my knees.

I run my fingers down the smooth and dark planes of his chest, lingering over his abs before landing on his hard and perfect cock. I massage it gently, and he stares into my eyes the entire time before I bend down and take him into my mouth. He lets out a long hiss, and I smile around his cock, licking him before swallowing him deep. As soon as the tip of his sex touches the back of my throat, he yanks away from me with panting breaths.

“Ride me. Right now,” he growls, and I nod eagerly.

He lays down on the silk-clad bed, and I crawl up the magnificent length of him, sitting on top of his cock as the tip of it kisses the opening of my wet pussy. I tilt my hips and seat him fully to the hilt in one second, his cock sliding home in one delicious thrust. We both gasp in unison, and my hands rest on his chest as I start to ride him slowly. I try to pick up the pace, but his hands tighten around my hips and slow me, making me groan in frustration.

“Let me go faster, Dante. Please,” I beg, and he shakes his head.

“I want to savor my wife. We have all weekend to do whatever else. Tonight, I’m making love with you,” he says, and it makes a fresh batch of wetness surge through my pussy.

I ride him like this for a while, and we stare into each other’s eyes the entire time. As soon as he hits that perfect spot inside me, we both moan, and I come around him, staring into his eyes as I cry and shake around him. Eventually, he comes, too. Just as strong and just as deep. He pulls me down to lay on his chest, and he kisses me for an eternity before I sit back up, and we do it all over again.

18

Esmeralda

We spendthe entire weekend eating and fucking.

I don’t know how, but each time we connect, the sex gets better and better. It’s like we are part of each other. We share every part of our bodies and hearts, and nothing can be hidden. We’ve cracked each other open and swallowed each other whole, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is what love is. This blissful, raw and intimate pleasure that only he can bring me.

We make love on our private beach, rolling and laughing in the sand as we explore more parts of each other. We make love in the bathtub, on the glass-covered ocean floor. Even on the dining room table, plates scattered to the floor when he decided to eat me instead of the risotto before us. We make love up until the minute our limousine arrives, hastily dressing as we leave the room with his open shirt and my messy hair, laughing and kissing as we load our luggage and say goodbye to our weekend of complete bliss.

We’re on our way back to reality, and it saddens me. I have a lot to look forward to, with decorating the new house and graduation and finally opening the restaurant of my dreams, but I also have a lot to fear. Diego Flores is still out there plotting for Dante’s and Paolo’s demise, and James Rowen is still on the run. Anything could happen at this point, no matter how much surveillance Paolo’s team has on Flores. Dante hushes my racing thoughts and holds me in his arms until we arrive back at his family home.

He kisses my forehead and gets out to unload our luggage. I give one last final sigh and step out into the warm summer air. It is hot and sticky here today, and I wish I could go back to splashing about in the ocean with my husband. He promised once all of this is over that he would take me on a month-long trip to Barbados before I open my restaurant. I made him swear it because I want nothing more than to live in our own blissful bubble for a while. A weekend is simply not enough.

I hop out of the car, and my heels click against the stone as I walk to the house. Everyone is in the kitchen when Dante and I step inside. We leave for our new home in San Francisco tomorrow, so this will be the last day that we get to spend with his family. Oscar will be returning with us and will be staying in his own loft apartment a few minutes away from our new home. There is a whole crew coming from Italy to guard and watch over Camila and Gabriela until everything is safe again. Another crew will be traveling up to San Francisco and will be staying at an unknown location as well.

As we walk into the dining room, the air feels tense, and everyone’s face matches, making me worry instantly. Camila’s face is angry, and Gabriela’s is set in her stubborn expression as usual. Oscar holds his head in his hands, and Dante frowns as we sit down at the long table.

“What happened during the entire forty-eight hours we were away?” he says in an annoyed tone.

Camila flicks her hand in Gabriela’s direction before going off in a heated tangent.

“Your little sister here thinks it’s a great idea to go back to California with you and raise the child there,” she rushes, and Dante stands abruptly.

“Absolutely not,” he says sternly, and Gabriela stands up to face him, not backing down from his threatening stance.

“I am a grown woman and a mother now. You have no right to tell me what I can and can’t do,” she says stubbornly, and I wish I could applaud her for that.

“You are a stubborn girl and my little sister. It is not safe for you or the child yet, either. Why would you even think to put your baby in danger like that?” he says and she flinches.

She walks up to him and jabs a finger into his chest.

“Don’t you ever, ever make me feel like a bad mother for thinking about what’s best for my child. My baby deserves better schooling and more family to be around.”

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